As we closed in, we watched high-flying birds change direction and drop down, then large, dark-blue backs slashed through the water underneath. It was over before we got close. Then, without warning, they exploded 40 feet off our stern. Grabbing the closest rod, I threw a Slug-Go into the mayhem. It hit the water, and a frighteningly large tuna tried to grab it and missed. Well undergunned, I was relieved, but before I could pull it out, another bluefin pounced on it. A few expletives and 15 seconds later, we were dangerously close to getting spooled. Two hours later, we miraculously landed an 80-pound bluefin four miles from Sandy Hook.